New Year's Eve: I worked the karaoke. It was a pretty normal night, if somewhat busier than normal. The Squeeze and some friends were there, which is always fun, expecially since it means people are less likely to try to lick my ear.
I've mentioned before that my station is near the ladies' room. It's a one-seater and locks from the inside. For the first time, I actually had to grab a guy by the scruff of his neck and haul him away from following his lady-friend in. Instead, they proceeded to make out and... Well. Clothes pretty much stayed on, thank goodness. They started at nine p.m. I left at quarter to four in the morning, and they were still going. Ew.
Chapstick, anyone?
(True: I don't really get this whole kissing someone on New Year's Eve thing. I mean, fine if you're out with someone, but if you don't have a date, it just seems like a good way to get cooties.)
Trapper is cootie-free and looking for love.
Cooties! Love it! I was lucky, I stayed home on the sofa with a backlog of tv programs to catch up on!
ReplyDeleteI am so, so jealous. Whatcha watchin'?
ReplyDeleteIt continued after you left...I should have timed them. Also, I am now tempted to try to lick your ear just to keep you on your toes.
ReplyDeleteHaha, gross. To both. It's weird what people will do to get your attention, though.
ReplyDeleteSo, without The Squeeze there, total strangers might try to lick your ear? Does this just happen at the stroke of midnight on December 31st, or at other times too?
ReplyDeleteYou've just given me one more reason to be grateful for my job. I may put up with some stupid crap at times, but I've never had to worry about that one.
Happy New Year!
Oh, no, there are always people who seem to want to share their saliva with me in one way or another.
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